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     @toastedaussie from [ x ]

“Solo….Solo, where have I heard that before…” The scavenger still shrugged and hummed as he put his arm around the other’s shoulders, pulling him to his side. He leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I like both o’ them. Fit ya both.” He went straight again. “I could call ya Kylo Ben - how’bout that hm?”

     “Oh I have no doubt you’ve heard the name,” there was bitterness in Kylo’s tone, “Everyone’s heard of the infamous smuggler Han Solo--or the brave and influential General Organa.” He hated them, infamous or not, they were terrible parents.       He grimaced at the name, side-glancing to Jamison, “I’d rather just Kylo Ren. Ben Solo, any part of it, is a past long gone, dead and should stay that way.”

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   @toastedaussie from [ X ]

      Kylo sighed, “You’re going to make a fool of yourself unless that’s the point,” The force wielder hummed before letting his arms rest on his sides. He himself knew all sorts of dances, learning from his mother for all the annoying parties--a prince always had to learn the formalities which included dancing.      “I’ll have to teach your sorry ass then.” Truthfully, he could use a distraction from the shit some Stormtroopers had been pulling.